The Hidden You

 

Unveil the Real you

             This is not the story of a king with his crown, but of a boy with the quiet divinity within. There was a boy named Bhuvan, studying in 10th grade at Mathura, the sacred birthplace of Lord Krishna. He was the topper of his class, a bright student admired by everyone.Bhuvan’s father worked as a schoolteacher, while his mother lovingly managed the home.

Being their only son, Bhuvan was the center of their world, and his parents sacrificed many of their own joys for his future.Their greatest dream was to see him become a doctor—and Bhuvan, with equal determination, embraced the same goal.

They belonged to a deeply devotional family, whose traditional deity was Lord Krishna.
Every day, Bhuvan would visit the temple, bow before the Lord, and study the Bhagavad Gita with sincerity. His only prayer was pure and simple: to score well in his 10th exams and take his first step toward becoming a doctor.

                 As days passed, Bhuvan’s final exams drew near. He was confident about his performance, and his entire family was excited about this first great milestone in his life. Then the big day arrived, and Bhuvan faced it bravely. After finishing his exams, he immediately began preparing for the next step toward his dream of becoming a doctor.

Finally, the results were declared. But instead of the home being filled with celebration, it was covered in darkness. Bhuvan had failed in Mathematics. All his hopes were shattered. He felt hopeless, and his parents felt helpless days went by. He applied for revaluation, but even that brought no change—the result remained the same. Bhuvan could not understand why he had failed in that one subject. His mother, heartbroken to see her son sitting alone in despair and slipping into depression, gently suggested that he visit the temple. She believed that in the presence of Lord Krishna, he might find some peace.

                          With a heavy heart, Bhuvan went to the temple.He sat directly opposite the deity and began staring at Lord Krishna with anger burning in his eyes. In a trembling voice that soon rose with frustration, he spoke:

                                     “All these years I have come here, praying only for one thing—to score good marks in my 10th exams and to become a doctor. I have done nothing wrong in my life. I never bunked school, I never went to movies with my friends.All my time, I dedicated to my studies. Then why, Lord, why did I fail in my exams?I studied the Bhagavad Gita every single day without fail—then what made you let me fail?”

His voice cracked, and he screamed louder in his pain.At that moment, a small boy came and sat beside Bhuvan. He looked at him gently and said, “Brother, this is a temple—you should not shout here.”But Bhuvan, unable to control his anger, cried out even louder:“This is not God! It’s just a rock!”

The boy, still calm, replied softly,“Let it be a stone—but why are you so worried about it?”Bhuvan, with tears in his eyes, answered bitterly:“I feel cheated! I believed God was there to protect me—but it’s all a big lie!”

                  The boy, with a little smile on his face, said,“Can you tell me the reason why you are speaking like this?”With a desperate heart, Bhuvan explained everything that had happened in his life.The boy then replied,“You have failed in one subject, but that is not the end of your life. You can still attempt again—so why are you so worried about it?”

Bhuvan, still restless, answered,“I want the exact reason why I failed in these exams. Until I know that, I cannot sleep peacefully.”The boy looked at him and said,“You told me you have been reading the Bhagavad Gita daily, but you have not truly understood it.”

Bhuvan, angry, protested,“I have understood it line by line, and I have followed it!”The boy gently shook his head.“No, never. Because in the Bhagavad Gita it is written: You have the right to work, but never to the fruit of the work.”Bhuvan, still burning with anger, argued,“That is very wrong! If we give our 100% effort, we should expect the results. Otherwise, why should we even work hard, if success is not confirmed?”

The boy then explained calmly,“If we work only for success in life, we will never enjoy the process of working—we will only keep waiting for success. But life is not designed like that. For every living being, the path of living is more important than the end. The way we live, the way we learn, the way we respect—these paths play a greater role than the destination.”Bhuvan, now speaking in a softer voice, asked,“Then why should success not be expected?”

The boy replied,“Because life is not a straight line—it is full of ups and downs. Success brings only pride, but failure brings experience, humility, and the strength to overcome any problem.”Hearing this, Bhuvan slowly began to reflect on why he had failed in that particular subject.He realized it was because of overconfidence. Since he had always scored full marks in Mathematics, his pride had blinded him. Without carefully reading the problems, he had made mistakes. That arrogance had led to his failure.For the first time, he understood the reason behind his fall. A little calmness entered his heart. With curiosity, he asked the boy,“Who are you?”At that very moment, Bhuvan heard his mother’s voice. He opened his eyes and realized—it was all a dream. 

                               

        Bhuvan was shocked for a moment. Was this really a dream?He wondered, Did Lord Krishna come to me and speak these words?But then one thought struck his mind deeply—it was not Lord Krishna, it was his own self speaking to him.He realized that whenever he faced a problem,it was his own mind that sat with him, spoke gently, and showed him the solution.If we truly seek answers, it is not God we must always run to—the strength to overcome lies within ourselves.

Self-realization and self-control lead us to a beautiful path.We are often afraid of failures,
but failures are the greatest teachers of life.Be brave enough to face failure,and strong enough to rise and try again, every single time.